Looking over the fence. Admiring the green grass. Barely noticing my neighbor, my mirror-image, coveting my lawn.
Some forces attract and others repel. Sometimes there's a balance, and this bullshit I use instead of a life makes a little bit of sense.
Tasting the sour grapes. Wondering if I can ever love them. Realizing that I already do.
That last sentence fragment sounds very much like a line of a song in "Phantom of the Opera", but it just won't come to me. Damn it!
Maybe sometimes the sour grapes make the best wines, eh?
posted by: NakedGirl | March 10, 2009 12:21 AM
I made it up! I've never seen Phantom of the Opera, I swear!
posted by: dave | March 10, 2009 12:26 AM